Ian arrived at his office looking terrible. He had been gone for days and if it were not for the fact that he answered his phone when called, his family would have believed he was dead. Zane rushed into his friend's office; the strong smell of alcohol radiated off the man and Zane covered his nose, feeling a little prissy as he did so.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I'm back now," Ian said, unwilling to speak.
"What is wrong with you?" Ian glared at his friend, who was a little intimidated. The circles under Ian's eyes were so dark they looked like makeup, and he was almost positive the man had not slept the whole time he was missing. "Are you really on drugs?" Zane asked. He and Ian had been putting on an act, trying to lure out disloyal people, but so far, they had only destroyed Ian's reputation with no success in weeding out the bad seeds.
